Grand Moff Claudius Rodney sat quietly
in his office aboard the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer
Warspite. He had not seen his aide since the incident with the
Inquisitor two days prior, as it was too painful for him to see the
young woman given the embarrassment of what had transpired. The
middle-aged man was married, and had three grown children ... he simply
could not afford for rumors of an indiscretion with a young aide ... no
matter how lovely she might be ... to damage his reputation both
professionally and personally. "Why did you do this to me?" he asked the
holographic image of Bail Organa that was perched upon his shelf. His
hands rubbed together nervously, and his head sunk into a path state of
dejection as he contemplated his next thoughts. It was not Liliya's
fault what happened, and he felt as the adult he needed to be the bigger
man, and thus he rose from his desk and slowly walked to the exit of his
office. As he navigated the corridor to Liliya's nearby office he
mentally rehearsed what to say to the unfortunate girl. He cleared his
throat and made one final adjustment to his uniform before pressing down
on the alert button on the control panel next to the door.

It was fortunate that the Governor had
not visited the young assistant for a few days as the woman needed time
to recover from that atrocious ordeal. Droid or no, that confrontation
was intense and even she needed some downtime. Liliya spent her free
time carefully planning her response to the man when he finally did come
see her, as on the agenda were quite a few pieces of important topics
they needed to cover. The environment upon the Warspite was
becoming more hostile than she originally prepared for, and with working
conditions deteriorating beneath her every step, it would not be long
before she was either displaced violently as her true purpose was
discovered or branded as common opportunistic gutter trash who prayed
upon emotionally sensitive aging Grand Moffs. Neither of which was on
her agenda, both leading to danger and death. Liliya remained in her
room for the majority of the two days, having no real reason to journey
from it. It was getting to the point where she was scared for her safety
just to walk down the corridor, how can she do her job under these
extreme conditions? As the buzzer was heard ringing, she could only hope
it was Claudius, feeling he had waited appropriately, and she was
anxious to talk to him, perhaps even missed him. Two days without
contact was long enough, she had began to worry that he was not willing
to weather the storm. The door was answered revealing Liliya looking
just as she did when she ran from the room, and as her eyes looked up to
his, they betrayed a glimmer of shame and she looked away. It was still
awkward after two days. "Please come in..." She said softly, moving to
the side to allow him entry, not at all her cheery usual self. Time does
not always mend the pain, especially when one chooses to try and ignore
the real issues involved.

Claudius paused as she asked him to come
in ... uncertain as to whether or not it was a good idea. He looked down
nervously, unable to look her in the eyes just yet. He swallowed
nervously, causing his throat to bulge against the tight collar of his
uniform's tunic. "I ... I am not sure that is a good idea..." he said
quietly, as his eyes turned to look at all of the Imperial officers who
were walking down the corridor. "I came to apologize..." he said,
fidgeting nervously as her presence seemed to make him forget everything
he had planned to say. He could feel the eyes of the officers on him and
finally he broke down and crossed the threshold to enter her quarters.
He looked around, finding them particularly uninteresting and not well
decorated. He assumed her possessions were destroyed on Alderaan so he
dare not mention it. "What happened the other day..." he continued,
coughing slightly as he felt his mouth become dry, while beginning to
stammer. "What happened the other day was unacceptable. My behavior was
uncalled for..." he continued, as he staggered towards a nearby chair,
and sat himself down. He was quickly becoming unglued and finding it to
be a difficult task to express his views on the matter to her. "Blast,"
he yelled as he brought his face down into the palm of his hands and
remained silently, slightly trembling as he struggled to find the words.

As Rodney sat down a bit disheveled,
Liliya would follow suite, lowering herself elegantly into an adjacent
chair as she folded her hands into her lap, looking down at them as she
listened to him quietly. The act itself was questionable and
inappropriate, but it was the aftereffect of having another witness it
which created a scene that threatened to destroy lives. Perhaps it was
containable, only three people know of it. "I ... I forgive you, please
believe me." Said softly but earnestly before she continued. "I was just
shocked at the event that followed ... it was ... disturbing. It is not
something I am used to seeing." She spoke in truth and accuracy, as an
Alderaaian of high class, this was so below her expectations of both a
Governor of the Empire and a gentleman of a robust historically wealthy
and powerful family. Rodney overstepped his boundaries in multiple ways.
"The late Bail Organa sent me to serve you, please don't keep me from my
service to you due to this. We can put it behind us, I promise." Liliya
said eagerly, that hopeful innocent nature sparking once again in her
eyes.

Claudius' lifted his head and looked up
at her with hopeless eyes, unable to keep the smile off his face as he
looked at her, despite his sadness. "I am a married man. I love my wife
very much..." he explained to her, his hands nervously fidgeting amongst
one another as he struggled with the words. "You are very ... lovely..."
he explained, as he immediately broke eye contact and looked down at his
boots, making a mental note to have them polished as they looked rather
scuffed. "You are very much like my first wife ... and I am concerned
about what people might think ... for both our sakes..." he said quietly,
the words becoming increasingly more difficult to speak. He rose from
his seat quickly, and turned his back on her, instead focusing to look
out at the Ringali Nebula in the distance through the transparasteel
viewport.

She believed him of course, it helped
that she actually knew in fact that he did love his wife and had file
after file detailing their life together in her memory banks. She nodded
to in silent agreement, it was obvious that he was a passionate man, and
it had just slipped from him in a single moment of weakness, that single
moment was just unfortunately witnessed by a third party. As Rodney
began to discuss how she resembled his first wife then trailed off after
hinting that he may wish to relieve her of her position, Liliya shifted
uncomfortably in her chair as a sudden fear began to bubble in her ... in
which she could not fully explain. "This is all I have left..." She
admitted somberly, lowering her head once again while closing her eyes
quite painfully, too afraid to look at him anymore. Liliya was now
without anything or anyone, completely forgotten and without Rodney, she
would be completely abandoned. This situation was starting to look
extremely dismal and the assistant was now fretting for her whole
well-being, that gut wrenching fear was slowly creeping into her in
which she was not fully programed to handle. How could she have known
Alderaan would be destroyed... She could not help it any longer, tears
began to wield and she covered her face in shame once again, refusing to
allow Rodney to see her break down for a second time in two days.

When Claudius heard her say it was all
she had left he felt a pain in his chest and his head sunk dramatically
until his chin was pressed against his chest. The sorrow of the
situation was breaking his heart, and he felt tears begin to well up in
his eyes. When he heard her cry, he turned his body around so that he
could look at her. "Oh no..." he said in a panic, as he rushed quickly
towards her, uncertain of what he should do. His arms wrapped around her
instinctively, like a parent, as he pulled her against him and patted
his hand against the top of her back. "Please ... please don't cry, Liliya,"
he said in a panicked tone, worried that he had further upset her and
had made the situation more complicated.

As Rodney's arms surrounded her, she was
unable to prevent herself from burying her face into his chest with a
soft sob. The threat of being discarded terrified her beyond measure,
what use was she if she wasn't fulfilling her programming, and without
purpose, she had nothing. The threat of that unending emptiness forever
was constantly reminding her just how frail her existence really was.
Liliya was soon quieted by Rodney's compassion, quickly relaxing in his
arms, feeling rather ... safe for the time being, she liked that human
emotion, it was calming. Her hands came up to lightly clasp his shirt,
sighing softly, this embrace being a sensation she had never experienced
before, perhaps humans took this simple feeling for granted. Liliya
gently pulled back a little, perhaps sharing this for longer than
necessary would get them back into the same trouble they had been. Her
eyes worriedly looked towards her door, as if the Inquisitor would burst
in at any second and accuse her of being a horrible tramp. "My Lord ... if
it would be better, you could always reassign me to another location on
the ship. I could still be of use to you." She did not want to leave his
side, but if staying by him would jeopardize her very existence, she
could gladly take the alternative.

Claudius brought his right index finger
up to her face and gently wiped the tears away from beneath both of her
eyes as he smiled down at here. "Do not be sad..." he said to her
affectionately as he tried to make the most of the situation. "No more
tears ... no more tears," he repeated, almost whispering as he tried to
cheer the young girl up. "No. You shan't be reassigned. We will just
attempt to be more careful in the future..." he said to her, despite the
irony that she was still in his arms. They were not exactly being
careful right now and should anyone walk in they would likely be right
back in the scandalous rumor mill they found themselves in the other
day. His hands came to a rest on the small of her back, unable to fight
the fact that whenever he saw her he felt as if he was looking at his
deceased wife. He never had this problem with Major Kiley or
Lieutenant Ames ... what was it about this woman? he thought silently
to himself.

Liliya felt compelled to lean back into
his embrace as he showed no indication that he wished to let her go yet.
She was convinced that no one would come into her room and witness them,
no one cared for her she felt and most importantly, Inquisitor Thanor
was in the brig, the only person who would raise the dead about the
matter, at least to their faces. She took in a deep breath of relief,
very glad to see that the situation was being pacified and all was well
this very moment in her life. That breath was held for a moment then
eased out as she folded her arms under her while nestling against him
comfortably. "No one ... likes me." She said sadly, of course referring to
all of the negativity and bitterness on the Warspite. "I'm ...
trying to make friends but no one will associate with me. I feel
avoided. What can I do, Milord?"

The hand that was in front of Liliya's
face descended to below her chin, as he compassionately propped her head
up on his hand. "I like you, Liliya. That is all that matters. You need
not trouble yourself with the pathetic infighting of the members of my
staff.." he said, reassuringly. His eyes locked on hers and for a moment
he felt something that he knew he should not. In his mind he could see
his head descending and placing a kiss upon her lips, but instead his
eyes went wide and he gasped. "No..." he said to himself, as he turned
his head away from her, closing his eyes. He was a married man and this
tempting treat had been placed before him in a way that threatened to
destroy him. He let out a deep, strained sigh as he struggled with what
to do next. Suddenly his comlink beeped and he brought it up to his
lips. "What ... what is it?" he asked quietly, still not looking at
Liliya.

The voice of Major Kerrie Kiley
responded over the comlink, her voice quivering and sounding somewhat
weak. "Milord ... there has been an incident on the detention level," she
began, trying to find the words that would be the least embarrassing for
her to admit. "The ... pest ... has removed the Inquisitor's cell door and a
creature has inhabited the corridor. No one dares enter cell block C,"
she concluded, clearing her throat nervously as she awaited a reply.

"Acknowledged. I'll be right there," Claudius replied over the comlink
as he tucked it back into his belt. "I am sorry, my dear," he said, as
he pulled his arms away from the embrace and stepped aside. "You may
continue in your position without issue. There is no one I would rather
have as my aide," he said to her with a kind and genuine smile as the
color began to return to his cheeks. "But, for now I must return to my
duty as Grand Moff and attend to what Major Kiley is incapable of..." he
said to her, sounding rather firm, as he turned to exit her small
quarters.

Liliya displayed a small frown and a
look of disappointment as Rodney broke the contact off, both of which
did not belong on her beautiful face. She eagerly looked up to him with
all intention of wishing to help, to assist him in anyway possible. "Is
there something I could be doing during this time? I have been ...
disregarding my responsibilities for the past two days. I'm so sorry,
Lord Rodney." She peered at him longingly, wishing their rather brief
time together without interruptions could have gone for a bit longer,
but she understood that the weight of this entire sector was on his
shoulders. Liliya could have said any number of things in regard to
Major Kiley and the situation on cell block C, but that was information
she was not supposed to have knowledge of, so she looked confused
towards him, hoping for an explanation.

Claudius stopped at the doorway as he
heard Liliya speak, turning to give her one last look before departing.
"No ... just get some rest, clear your mind, and try not to let the
shipboard drama trouble you..." he said, offering her one last nod,
before stepping out of her quarters and into the corridor. With that, he
headed through the winding corridors until he reached the turbolift.
Once inside the safety of the turbolift he let out as desperate sigh as
he struggled with the internal dilemma of what to do concerning Liliya.
By the time the lift arrived on the detention level he had regained his
composure, and looked very in control and dignified. The middle-aged man
marched past the cowering guards and stood at the edge of cell block C's
corridor, eyeing the Inquisitor's apprentice and nexu.

Concerned by the presence of the nexu,
Major Kerrie Kiley stood in front of the Grand Moff wearing her Mabari
bounty hunter armor, the RL-40 stun net launcher graped firmly in both
of her hands. "I advise you not to go down there, Milord," she said, a
hint of concern in her voice as she remembered what the young woman had
managed to do to her during the interrogation. She took a step forward
into the corridor of cell block c, and dropped to her left knee as she
brought the barrel of the launcher up in an aimed posture.

"No harm will come to me, Major," Grand
Moff Rodney said, as he placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. A
moment later, he began to walk down the corridor of the cell block
towards the teenage girl and the nexu. He had not yet had an opportunity
to meet the young girl and considering he kept a worrt aboard ship, the
creature did not particularly seem out of sorts given the nature of of
the woman's role. He came to a stop and ignoring the duo for the time
being spoke loudly so that he could be heard. "Inquisitor Thanor?" he
asked, not sure if the woman was even still in her cell.

Kia looked up at the sound of bootfalls,
the slight distraction causing the four brightly colored objects to
waver in front of her, and crash rather solidly to the deck. She had
started focusing more on refining or trying to refine her ability to
move things after the mishap with the cell door. Giving Sanu a glower as
the Nexu made off with one of her juggling balls. "Hey! Give that back!
You can't.. oh fine. Keep it. Just don't eat it, Sanu." Looking back to
Serine, she'd follow her teachers lead, but Rodney was not anyone to
her. "I'm getting better at holding them steady, Master Thanor!"

What Rodney would see was quite the
scene. It had appeared the mechanics of the door controls had been
completely busted, scorched marks outlining the panels hanging from
wires out of the wall and the door leading to Serine's cell had
seemingly been ripped unnaturally free, leaving a gaping jagged hole.
The remains of the door was in pieces that were scattered all down the
hallway. There were claw marks that scuffed nearly every inch of the
panels that lead down the corridor, as if the Nexu had ran up and down
endlessly for hours. In front of the broken and busted cell where
Inquisitor Thanor was being 'held', there were two sleeping bags, one
looking ruffled and well used, the other completely torn up with
stuffing and shredded material clumped into a mound. Various objects,
many of them colorful and some extremely heavy were littered haphazardly
in front of Serine's cell in addition to a handful of used and empty
food containers discarded like trash down the hallway. It was a complete
mess but the Inquisitor had not left her cell, and inside was completely
tidy except for the missing doorway. Rodney wouldn't be able to see her
from his distance and position, but he could hear her speak calmly to
Kia, rewarding her for her improvements. "You are doing very well, I am
rather impressed by your quick advancements." It was slightly an
understatement, not many could have ripped a huge hole in the durasteel
wall like it was wet paper, even Serine might not have been able to
accomplish it without an intense amount of concentration. There was a
following silence as she picked up the sound of the Governor. "Kia, it
appears I have another visitor." She motioned for the young apprentice
to scurry a bit down the hallway and give her some ... conversation
privacy with Rodney, though she assumed he would not have much lasting
importance, she was beyond friendly speaking terms with that man.

Blinking up and finally acknowledging
the others presence, she slipped the three remaining juggling balls into
one of her pockets as she stood. Bowing her head slightly to Serine, Kia
nodded quickly, "Yes, Master Thanor. C'mon, Sanu." Bending down quickly,
she grabbed a larger striped ball, tossing it a little down the
corridor, giggling as the Nexu scampered after it.

"Interesting entourage you have there,
Inquisitor," Claudius said, as he stepped forward into the pile of
debris and stood in front of the open doorway of the cell. "Not exactly
in line with Imperial regulations..." he pointed out, as he stepped
inside of her cell and took a seat on the hard, durasteel bench opposite
hers. He groaned as he sat up for a bit, noting how hard it was, but
then forced himself quickly back down. "Not very comfortable, is it?" he
mused, as he squirmed uncomfortably on the seat. "You know ... I don't
think I've ever been inside one of these before. Very small ... very
cramped..." he continued, as he avoided the topic at hand and made idle
chatter. Finally, his arms came in front of his chest and he looked at
her with a genuinely disappointed look. "Inquisitor, you must take hold
of your emotions. These are dangerous times ... for us all," he began, as
he attempted to reach out to her. "You are here to advise me and to
assist in my governance of the Ringali Shell ... not to barge into my
office, belittle my aide, and throw me into the furniture!" he
exclaimed, as he stood up from the bench, no longer be able to stand the
uncomfortable of it upon his sensitive hind quarters. "You must learn
the fine art of subtlety or you will assuredly doom us all..." he
explained, as he walked towards her, and attempted to place a reassuring
hand upon her shoulder.

"I figured it would be more appropriate
to contain my 'entourage' here, where I had direct supervision over them
instead of roaming wild and untamed through the entire vessel." Serine
said sternly, more or less in reference to the nexu, she knew Kia was
very capable of heeding her completely. An eyebrow quirked up as she
witnessed the man's inability to stay seated for more than a few
moments, pampered bigot... It was obvious that the Inquisitor wanted to
add ... so much more to her sentence but she cut it short, deciding to
keep her bitter attitude mostly contained, not wishing for her
apprentice to pick up disregarding a superior authority as an acceptable
response, especially after Serine made it a point to follow his orders
and remained detained well after the door was ripped away. "Yes, I am
here to advise you and assist in your governance!" She said fiercely,
her grey eyes flaring up as he hit a severe emotional nerve in the
Inquisitor, believing that she has done nothing but attempt to do just
that since her arrival, being halted by resistance from him at every
turn, eventually leading to this catastrophic confrontation. But oh...
did fire burn in her eyes as he mentioned for her to learn 'subtlety',
something that apparently the Governor completely forgot, not to mention
his blatant admittance that he believed her to be incapable of this
position and her advice meant nothing to him in so many words. She
struggled to stay quiet, but it was so very difficult. As he reached to
her shoulder, she avoided it, shrugging him off instantly as she crossed
her arms and glared silently at him. He forced this indignity upon her,
from the very first day he refused to acknowledge her or use her many
skills to his advantage in the war against the uprising, did not respect
her and denied her access to information. And only now does he talk to
her like he actually cares?? It was an insincere lie and Serine was not
at all convinced as apparent by her defiance that she made very clear.

Major Kiley remained at the end of the
corridor and her attention shifted quickly towards Kia, who was
approaching her location. "Hmph," she muttered, as she lowered her RL-40
and stood back up so that she could get a better look at the teenager.
Despite the fact that the girl was more than ten years younger than her,
she had already surpassed her in height. "Well .. for someone who just a
few short weeks ago was blowing up Imperials you certainly seem at home
aboard a Star Destroyer..." she said, trying her best not to lose her
temper again when dealing with the youngster.

Kia laid a hand on the Nexu's head,
murmering something to him, her eyes snaing p to see that there was
someone at the end of the corridor she had moved towards, Serine had
told her to avoid contact with people, so she offered as polite a smile
as she could manage for the woman. "Master Thanor advised me not to
speak with anyone unless given permission to do so." She was not about
to turn her back to the other person. "At least not to speak with anyone
that isn't important. Dunno, you can't be that important, you're on
guard duty." Bending down, she threaded her fingers through the Nexu's
quills scratching his head affectionately. Talking in that tone people
usually get when talking to animals and trying to get a positive
reaction. "You're a good Nexu, Sanu! You could bowl that over-armored
chit over in a flash huh?" Flashing a smirk up at Kerrie.

Grand Moff Rodney brought his hands up
over his face and let out a frustrated sigh as he realized that he would
have a better chance reasoning with the nexu than this woman. He balled
his right hand into a fist and clenched it until his manicured fingers
drew blood from the palm of his hand. He thrust his fist into the wall
and punched it angrily, breaking two of his knuckles and causing a fine
amount of blood to begin to flow. He brought his other hand up to press
down on his wound as he weakly sat down on the bench next to the
Inquisitor. "You know ... if we don't get our act together we'll have
front row seats at one another's joint execution. Is that what you
want?" he asked her, as he let out another dejected sigh, his eyes
visibly scanning the room in the hopes the answer might be written on
the wall. "We need to start over. This is ridiculous. We have a war to
win and we spend all of our time fighting one another..." he bemoaned,
the blood staining his trousers red where his hand was now resting.
"It's not just you ... I don't mean to single you out ... it seems like
everyone is at each other's throats lately. I feel there is a plot
against me..." he said, sounding somewhat paranoid, but with the
meddlesome plots laid out by Major Zevrin he very much had reason to
fear his downfall.

Serine watched the man foolishly punch
the wall like a sexually frustrated teenager with mild disgust, honestly
it did not surprise her, she was over being surprised by that man's
antics. In the Inquisitor's mind, Claudius was a poor diplomat and she
took no responsibility for their failure to work together as she was
convinced it was his inability to compromise that had doomed them. The
Inquisitor's body language was a clear indication of her dismal outlook,
not one to purposely hide her emotions well as she was always taught to
embrace them, nor did she ever lie. It had been conditioned from her
over the years, often times painfully, due to her own master being
capable of fully reading her mind. Her voice was soft, dejected and
bitter. "I've done nothing but attempt to work under you. What more can
I do when you refuse to take responsibilities for your own
inadequacies." She blinked while considering his choice of words,
confiding in her that there could be a plot against him, she understood
that feeling and was inclined to agree, there were always plots, and she
had a indication who the source of it could be. "If you want to start
over ... very well, heed my advice then, it will make your life easier.
And my advice is this; remove Major Zevrin from this vessel. The fact
that you have yet to do this on your own disturbs me."

"Very well," Kerrie said sadly as she
looked up at the younger, having some regret for the unfortunate way she
treated the 'child'. "I am glad our encounter seems to have left you no
worse for ware," she said, genuinely trying to make conversation while
both of their 'masters' were in the small detention cell deciding the
future of the Empire in the Ringali Shell. "The man with the lasersword
... the one who killed my men ... who nearly killed me ... can you tell me who
he was?" she asked the child, as she started to quiver slightly as she
recalled the traumatic incident that was still fresh in her memory.

Mention of Ty wiped the smirk of of her
face, Kia's expression blanked, "He was no one, and it's not lasersword.
It's a lightsaber. If you're going to talk about something, know what
you're talking about. He's dead, that should be enough for you."
Settling back into an easy crouch, she slipped the three bright colored
objects from her pocket, setting them just in front of her. "No Sanu.
Mine, you already got two of them." She was doing her level best to
ignore what was going on in the cell. If Serine had intended her to be a
part of it, she would have told her so, instead focusing inward and
drawing in the so seductive power she was finally learning more about.
Her attention intently the three objects, not moving herself one by one
they rose and started to move around one another, the same triumphant
grin on her face as earlier.

Grand Moff Rodney sat there silent for a
moment, continuing to bleed all over himself, but he did not seem to
care. He would need to change before he returned home, lest Htaere think
a great tragedy befell him. "Inquisitor ... Major Zevrin has been a thorn
in my side since the moment she was assigned to me by the late Governor
Tarkin," he replied to her, not needing to go into the painful personal
details of their complex relationship. "You of all people should know of
my disdain for the woman, but it beyond on my power to simply dismiss
her. The woman has ... powerful allies. Would that I could simply flush
her out an airlock and be rid of her ... but such a thing simply is not
possible," he explained to her grimly, as he rose from his seat and
stood in front of her. He extended a non-bleeding hand to her and tried
his best to smile at her. "Will you help me bring order to this
Oversector?" he asked, genuinely attempting to enlist the woman's
support in his cause.

She should have known the Governor would
deny her advice to get rid of Zevrin, but he was right about her having
powerful allies, remembering that the Grand Vizier himself enlisted her
help to free the detestable woman from the detention center that she now
found herself in. She heavily signed in annoyance and disdain for Major
Arden Zevrin, she will thus have to deal with that woman herself ... in
some inventive ways later. As Rodney offered her his hand, she regarded
it for a moment, clearly questioning in her mind if another attempt at a
working relationship was feasible, it would of course ultimately rely on
him to perform like a Grand Moff and not like an irrational mentally
challenged squib. "Governor, I have always been willing to follow your
orders." If he had ever given her any, she silently mused, except to
subjugate herself to the brig, in which she did without question. His
hand was clasped by her own, and she used that opportunity to pull
herself into a standing position, quite finished with this unbecoming
little cell.

"Light...saber?" Kerrie replied
awkwardly to Kia as she considered the wording. She hated being
corrected, especially by a young child. "Sounds very ... elegant..." she
said, wondering if she had used the right words. "I wished that man
dead, young one, but you will find once the object of your hatred is
destroyed all that's left is an unquenchable darkness..." she
reluctantly admitted, sounding somewhat sad and distant. Indeed ... she
saved most of her hatred for the Grand Moff at the end of the corridor
and vowed to keep him alive just so that the feeling would never fade
from her heart.

The loops the objects were going through
wavered, then stabilized, Kia's attention not faltering from this. She
wanted to learn how she did that damage to the cell door, as it felt
like those surges of power only came when she really wanted something or
fueled by strong emotion. "I'm practicing. Therefore, busy." Sanu let
out a loud purr that almost sounded amused for the large creature.

"Good," Grand Moff Rodney said to the
Inquisitor as he led her out of the tiny cell and back to the larger
prison that was the Star Destroyer. With a renewed sense of
determination, he walked with a full head of steam down the corridor. He
stopped to pat the young Kia on top of her head, thinking she reminded
her of his youngest daughter, Drusilla. When he reached the bottom of
the stairs leading back to the control area he snapped his fingers on
his left hand and, much like Inquisitor Thanor's nexu, Major Kiley
followed him like an animal.